Coocoo doodle I do,
Not every day I coo,
What Mum can do, I can –
My skin needs a sun tan.
My hair with homemade curls,
My makeup shines like pearls.
I'm just a baby, see,
Acting adult, maybe.
Bring napkins for wee-wee,
Ensure fun flows for free.
Tie me nappies for poo.
And bandage my boo-boo.
Baby guys will whistle,
Love – their own epistle.
While I sway my bum-bum,
Left to right like my mum.
Coocoo doodle I do,
Not every day I coo,
What Mum can do, I can –
My skin needs a sun tan.
No high-heeled shoes to wear,
I'd still swagger with flair.
I'm a baby with style,
Can't stop this cheeky smile.
Categories:
nappies, child, childhood, children, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
I already understand that children
grow inside two blinks,
as quickly as the novel Mayfly
comes to the surface to die.
I'm pining for those first days again,
of edentate smiles, milestones
to fund future independence.
Pineapple-sized hearts I cradled;
lulled, exchanged dank nappies for dry;
ferried on uncrossed seas,
your armada.
Smoothed rough waters as if by divine speech
because mothers can. I was thinking that I could always be your oxygen.
I let you walk through me, under, right over.
The rocking horse
brought for my bromelain angels
winged you away -
this blasted Pegasus ...
I miss you now.
How you rode away,
ephemera of innocence!
So, what then?
Me, fumbling wild in the backspace you left.
Your flabbergasting key smash to freedom
broke our finespun home, you left
me to talk to your father, Child,
to renegotiate
the bonds;
reconstruct ancient code,
deleted excess text -
obfuscating precision and knowing -
the tribal tongue of lovers
unlearned, forgotten;
escaped alongside discarded baby bath suds,
strewn puddles of rubber duckies,
tired breasts suckled
by fresh management.
Categories:
nappies, absence, children, leaving, loss,
Form: Free verse
Valkyrians
We live in a time when high education
among the middle and higher middle class
get work in a notable occupation
many are women who find a profession
often within the state apparatus
One can say that the female sex has been
set free, but for what?
There was a time when it was vital to have
children, our very existence depended
on women's childbearing capacity by doing
what nature had intended
With educated women in work position
childbearing is not a must; hence, fewer
and fewer children are born, we may
see shrinking population as a prize for
the thought after, freedom from choirs
from the hassle of the nappies
Women at the top of their profession
nearing middle age, realize the hunger
they had was the need to procreate to
have children, alas, far too late for many
Childbearing must be a priority for mothers
ought to be extolled for the effort to
keep the world going around and around
Sadly, we have lost sight of what is important
Categories:
nappies, analogy, angst, anti bullying,
Form: Free verse
Babies cry, sleep, change nappies, feed. Toddlers drink water from cups. Younger brothers, younger sister, older brother, older sister, small town, large country.
One lane roads, one lane bridges, unsealed, 60mph, in the dark. Bush covered gorges, rail lines across the river, small waterfalls, windows down, no seatbelts in the back seat, lying down, sleeping on the rugs, stopping for carsick ones on the edges. Mum singing, Dad driving, children counting dead possums.
The ways into town run through a long winding gorge or a longer winding coastal road, both prone to slips. Nearest cities Christchurch, Nelson, 200 miles away. Only referred to as the Coast, with its own dialect, only belonging when born there.
Biscuits four trays, oven
Bread hot water cupboard rising, Dad late
Holden Kingswood written off, dead bull
Packs, boots, carbide lamps, white fizzy hosing down leggings, parkas, gumboots, bikes, back porch full.
Flames warm quality coal
Sheet lightening children’s window race
Nothing more calming than the thunder of the rain.
Categories:
nappies, childhood, nostalgia,
Form: Haibun
Sand cool and gritty underfoot,
Pebbles here and there,
The odd shell peeking out,
The beach can be a wonderful place,
It its treated right.
Buried in the sand are hidden dangers,
Broken glass, plastics and cigarette butts,
Your rubbish you left behind,
Dont you care.
Needles discarded and buried in the sand,
Sand used like a toilet by dogs and humans alike,
Dirty nappies thrown down,
That's dirty,
Dont you care.
Clean up after yourselves,
Dont leave your rubbish behind,
Show you care.
Categories:
nappies, beach, judgement, ocean, sea,
Form: Free verse
What's Daddy getting you for Christmas, Sammy asked his mummy
Something very special, Mummy said, then held her tummy
You see, she whispered in his ear, there'll soon be nappies smelly
He's given me a baby and it's right here in my belly
But Mummy, Sammy blurted, there's something I don't get
Your present's in your tummy now, but Santa's not been yet
This is the kind of gift, she said, that Santa cannot bring
So Dad and me together made the baby in the spring
So Sammy went to find his dad and asked him if it's true
They made the baby so that it would come when Santa's due
His daddy said it's true, in fact the baby won't get here
Until it is delivered just a week before new year
Sammy thought about the baby inside mummy's tummy
I'm sorry Dad, but you should know about your gift for mummy
You will not need to wrap it up, or find a box to fit
She liked the baby so much that she's gone and eaten it!
Categories:
nappies, baby, christmas,
Form: Rhyme
Nothing but puppies;
Swam with the guppies;
Hang out cause their buddies,
When they get out of the pool yukky
Smelly are the fur biddies,
And those floppies, kitties,putties, putty, puffy, bunnies,
Eaten all the yuppy gummies,
While those piggies huskies tummy’s are muddy
Biddies, buddy, buggies, bunny, butties, copies,cubbies, cuppy, druggies, Duckies, fluffy, funny, fuzzy,
Guppies, hungry for honey,
hubbies, huggies, huskies, lovelies, lucky, lumpy, money, monies, muddy, mummies, nappies,piggies, pities, puppy
Swam with the guppies;
Hang out cause their buddies,
Nothing but puppies;
5/15/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Categories:
nappies, adventure, analogy, community,
Form: Rhyme
Do the Angels Rock the Babies?
Do the Angels rock the Babies?
Oh, please tell me it is so.
When they're carried through the Cosmos;
To the place where Spirits go.
Do they sing with Angel sweetness;
A Blessed lullaby?
Do they hold them oh so gently;
And rock them when they cry?
I have often paused to ponder;
Through the long dark passing years.
Does God know that we remember?
Does He see a Mother's tears?
Do the Angels rock the Babies?
Do they kiss and hold them close?
Are they gentle care-providers?
These awesome Heavenly Host.
I know my God is able;
And I know He values man.
He will honor your endeavor;
When you do the best you can.
God's son was once a baby;
He was Bethlehem's precious child.
Our Savior once wore nappies;
Though I know the concept's wild.
There was a time in Heaven;
When the Angels must have cried.
When God gave His only son,
And for us He died.
Do the Angels rock the Babies?
Yes, I think they understand.
The pain and grief we suffer;
And how our God values man.
Categories:
nappies, angel, assonance, baby, birth,
Form: Rhyme
by Paris Thulare
If i could turn back time
I would take my mind for a drive
Bring back the fading memories
Start back when i was wearing nappies
Back when i didn't have enemies
I would use that chance to wipe away my mistakes
To wipe my mistakes
And redo my choices
I would search for my perfect match
And start life from the scratch
If that day could come
I would be the the first to rewrite the chapter of my life
And bring the loved ones back to life
I would grab all the wrongs by arm
And take them to the army
I would borrow a ride
To google my path
Track the turns
And get rid of the thorns
How can i forget erasing all the hours of grinding
All those months of heart breaks and suffering
I would eradicate them all
And make a new record
Categories:
nappies, adventure,
Form: Crystalline
( By a disgruntled one )
You can only change a man when he is still wearing nappies.
It is a life time’s work to try and make a man happy.
When your boy friend walks out on you, quickly shut the door,
Best thing that could happen to you, that’s sure.
Love is blind, marriage will enable you to clearly see,
What he is really like, hope you will have few regrets, and will be happy.
If he asks you what sort of books you like?, tell him cheque books,
Can be more comforting than his sex and good looks.
When you want a job done, and he won’t do it,
Tell him he is too old, he will as it is his pride you have hit.
Having a sense of humour, at his jokes you must sit and laugh,
When you tell your jokes it will be his time to bath.
He vows he will love you forever and ever,
When he fancies a bit of skirt, his relationship with you he will quickly sever.
Why do ladies marry men at all? Because there is no other choice,
If they want to have a family and hear their children’s happy voice.
Categories:
nappies, poetry,
Form: ABC
Night,
Out on my porch.
The orange glow from the street lights
Flicker through the deep blue hue.
Looking down, I catch myself fiddling, winding the ties belonging to the recycled plastic shopping bag in my clutch.
I wonder why street lights are orange.
Are they supposed to mimic the ‘slow down to stop’ orange traffic light?
I’m dawdling.
Must hurry. Deposit this bag and its contents in the rubbish bin under the orange light.
“You dropped your bag”.
Zone in fast, orange to green, so to speak.
Focusing, I see someone in the orange glow.
We both stand looking down at the soiled nappies exposed by a tear,
In the bag.
“How old”? A jovial jest.
Confident that they're wondering about the age of the nappy wearer.
“24” I reply.
“Aww 24 months”? They assume.
“No, 24 years”.
Red, means stop then.
Categories:
nappies, caregiving,
Form: I do not know?
Sticky, grubby fingers,
Chocolate covered faces,
Dirty prints on wallpaper,
Put parents through their paces.
From smelly, messy nappies,
To angelic little smiles,
These are some of the wonders,
Of our parental trials.
There's tears and tantrums,
Fun and giggles too,
Even on the tough days,
When we get covered in poo.
Parenting isn't a hardship,
It's a treasure to behold,
So be kind to your little rascals,
You'll need them when you're old.
Categories:
nappies, children, family, parents,
Form: Rhyme
How many pieces? They disappeared. Where have they gone? Nobody knows. Wisdom isn't in a glorified turning pin. And nonetheless many hands many ingredients long time make a pie. Strengthen not an elastic band. It is quite smiley today and dilapidated becoming's of an overgrown frog in nappies will never shine a light of a torch upon a nest of iron clad fort of torsos. Hahahaha and now a field grins. Hahahaha koi carp in hats dancing tap dance. Xxxx constellation z
Categories:
nappies, arabic,
Form: I do not know?
Look right through me
Look for the 21 old spitfire fighter pilot me
On the runway preparing to take off
Hoping to change the course of war
Look at me when I am poor and unsure
Look at me when I am happy
Old and inferred and wearing nappies
And look at me now
Look at my lines
Look at my wrinkles
Now look at what you are going to miss
As I stare into the abyss
Now look at me as I blow
What may be my final kiss
And I pray you know this
Is heaven be bliss
You are the only thing about this life
I am going to miss
Categories:
nappies, angel,
Form: Free verse
Courting days are long over now
men, well, what does define a man?
Certainly, it is not merely physical?
yet one would expect manliness to
involve some sort of strength?
Does a man let a woman cry?
Does a man make a woman cry?
Honey DO this! Honey move-do that!
The theater is mostly empty now,
no sedans emptying bushel loads of kids,
no popcorn flying through Saturday afternoon’s air.
The kids are reigned in plopped in front of laptops,
too elastically rubber-kneed to walk more than
from the bed to the chair.
I mean the lounge chair, where
they slouch in perpetuity.
A decade or two of days to reframe
two generations of total couch potatoes.
They sit glued to their IPhone, IPods, Kindle’s
not writing, not composing but gaming.
It’s enough to make a mother cry, daily.
Fathers rush down packed highways,
single sardines in smaller and smaller cans,
toward their own desktop comps.
Carpal tunnel runs rampant over the populous.
Emptying box, after box of environmentally correct
reused paper tissues and green nappies into landfills,
online they bet on the daily double.
Categories:
nappies, change,
Form: Free verse
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